The last time we spoke dear noders, I was off to attend a BBQ with my husbands family and I was feeling rather awkward because I knew I wouldn't recall having met them before. All my worries were to naught because even though introductions began with "I know you don't remember me" (and they were right I had no recollections) Uncle Jack grabbed my offered handshake and hugged it between his two large hands and kissed the back of my hand no less than three times! Well certainly this adorable man needed a warm hug and I know now why he is my husband's favorite uncle! His Cousin Bruce was also unknown to me and he soon put me at ease with some hilarious story about an old schoolchum Russell he visited the day before and their adventures at a desert cookout with only 5 hotdogs (Russell forgot the rest of the foodstuff)where they arrived at across rough terrain of many desert washes and scub,in a car where "The moter works exceptionaly well bur the front and back of the car were both crushed in and well, the seats were down to the foam" and Bruce had such a subtle, dry wit and nonchalant demeanor about him as if this was a typical fashion for Russell and his endeavors, so much so that when I slapped my husbands knee laughing so merrily husband told me,
'No more beer for you Lo.'

Uncle Jack ran his own restaurant as a living and prepared a delicious Tex-Mex taco meat filling. He raved about my BBQ Beans and I promised to forward the recipe on to him. Remarkable to me as to how much Uncle Jack and Cousin Bruce look so much like my husband.

There has been much saddness this past week.....people saying goodbye to loved ones.
ophie I do remember you and danny in my prayers as you requested and I am honored and touched that you chose me to ask. I am continuing other unspoken requests as well. A neighbor from across the street approached me for advice as to what to do about their 10 year old basset mix Reggie. A favorite in our neigborhood who's kidneys were failing, sadly he was out to sleep Saturday and it was a hard goodbye for the whole family. My husband has been opening and closing the restaurant with no day off in sight and he does it willingly because a fellow manager and his wife were expecting a baby, she was eight months along. It was recently discovered that the baby suffered a three chambered heart, deformed arms and intestines had developed outside the body. The baby died a few days ago and the mother was induced to labor. (There is some controversy as to why there was not a C-Section performed and if it was denied by the insurance comapny because of monetary reasons. I wonder sometimes about the depravities of corporate America). She has since delivered and has returned to New York with her mother. The father tells us they were encouraged to see the baby and as hard as that must have been they bravely did.

It was a beautiful little girl, said the father.

The owners of the pitbull have since discovered me on the new route that I walk. Thursday in the rain I walked down to the wash, retrieved the Ebenezer Stone slipping it into the pocket of my raincoat. I decided it's time to walk a different path.


To everything there is a season,

a time for every purpose under the sun.

A time to be born and a time to die;

a time to plant and a time to pluck up

that which is planted;

a time to kill and a time to heal ...

a time to weep and a time to laugh;

a time to mourn and a time to dance ...

a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing;

a time to lose and a time to seek;

a time to rend and a time to sew;

a time to keep silent and a time to speak;

a time to love and a time to hate;

a time for war and a time for peace.
Ecclesiastes 3:1-8